I could almost feel my mothers mouth go dry. She didn't respond directly to Aunt Shellies questions, instead she asked me "Ronnie? dear, do you want t... make a baby inside of your Aunt Shellie?" Oh my god I realized something here. This was not "Ronald", not like when she was mad at me, like when she thought I had raped her friend. We were back to "Ronnie" Not Ron, and on top of that it was "Ronnie dear?". Oh man this was going my way so totally well I could not believe it.Aunt Shellie turned. I find myself able to type at close to 100 words per minute, which is more than double what I was able to do at my best previously. Even with that, it will take me some time to enter all the lines of code.Brent arrived as I was finishing up a section of code. Instead of getting up and answering the door, I shouted for him to come on in. A moment later, he was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders gently rubbing them as he watched me entering code until I was done.Once completed, I saved. Is it that one?" She pointed towards a bench where the sweater was neatly sitting."Yes that's it. I will get it and leave you to finish your workout in peace."She replied, "Stay if you like. I enjoy an audience." She giggled and resumed her stretching."Was she flirting with me?" I wondered. "Surely not." My dick twitched in my shorts again. I picked up the sweater and made for the door."I've seen you looking at me before you know," Nicky said stopping me in my tracks. I mumbled an inaudible. " Then she gives you a medium tap to your junk, forcing you to react and cover up a bit."Ah, hey!" You say, as you move your legs a bit to help everything below feel at ease, hands now clutching gently over your balls. "He could still win, and easily."Your girlfriend gives you a kiss on the cheek and says "Fine. How about Torri and Orlando?" Her seemingly innocent smile gets to you like always, and you calm down a bit. The night was young, and you didn't want to get into an argument over.